Once this thought emerged, Dorian rubbed his eyebrows with his hands, closed his eyes, wriggled his lips, and silently repeated something...

In the living room and on the coffee table, heavy books are opened from it.

No one wrote it on the pages of the open book, but the ink traces appeared on their own, and Doriani's trial scene was presented in the form of a story.

[Doriani has a stone, and a statue has a cloth!Doriani has failed again!]

[Wait! Doriani made a temporary move, she stretched out two fingers and turned into scissors!]

[But the statue also kept up with her speed and had turned into a stone ahead of schedule, 3:0!]

...

More than a dozen puppets lined up and stood on the edge of the coffee table.

A puppet flips the pages of the book and is instantly sucked into the book.

Then the next puppet is connected.

However, the content in the book is exactly the same as the previous page. No matter how many pages are turned, it is still a trial scene for Doriani.

The pages of the book were also separated in half, and they could not see the end after turning dozens of pages.

Tiya frowned and looked at the contents on the pages.

It’s not that she is not worried about Doriani, but that Martin’s name has never appeared in the book…

"Don't worry, that guy's name shouldn't appear on it." Valdo looked at the content on the paper with interesting interest. Seeing that Tia and Karan were a little worried, he spoke on his own initiative.

The Pope patted Tiya on the shoulder and smiled at her.

[After three failures, Doriani looked a little confused and was thinking about countermeasures.]

【One minute has passed…】

【Two minutes…】

【Five minutes…】

Time in the book is the same as reality.

Seeing Doriani thinking for so long, the dreammaker gloated and said: "It seems that this little girl from the Nabihi family can never come out again!"

But no one paid attention to him.

When he heard his identity as Podoriani, only Tiya looked at him coldly.

Valdo looked up curiously and asked the others: "Can the statue predict what she is going to do? Can you think of any way to pass?"

"See farther than him, faster than him." Kagadrin replied concisely.

Valdo shook his head with regret: "What a pity, this little girl is only 8 in sequence..."

Ink traces appeared again on the paper.

[Doriani is unwilling to admit defeat. She took action again after a long exam! Still a stone!]

[She seems to have a special liking for stones. Do she want to be as strong as stones? But your opponent is truly a heart-warming person!]

[Let's take a look... Wait, the statue also had a stone! This is a draw! The expression on his face is a little confused.]

The ink spells appeared quickly, at a speed comparable to that of a printing press, making the atmosphere in the living room tense.

[Doriani didn't give the other party a chance to think about why there was a draw. She took action again, this time it was scissors!]

[He can see the pattern in the palm of his palm with his right hand open. He came out! cloth!]

[Doriani won! She passed again...]

The moji suddenly stopped moving.

The word "一" was only half written and was forced to stop.

Two seconds later, people in the living room saw handwriting appear again.

However, the handwriting this time seems to be a little different from the one in front, not like it was written by one person.

[Doriani passed the trial and she was recognized in the realm of fate!]

Tiya looked at the crooked handwriting, and seemed familiar and frowned slightly.

However, before I could read it carefully, before Moji finished writing this sentence, the pages quickly flipped forward, bringing up a string of afterimages.

Suddenly, the heavy book trembled, and Doriani was thrown out of the afterimage of the pages.

Tiya held her and placed it on the sofa next to her.

Doriani was just a little confused and soon returned to normal. He stared at the dreammaker in the corridor and the smiling Valdo, looking alert.

rustle……

The pages continued to turn, and in that blurry afterimage, the notes began to write the story again.

[Doriani is the fifth person to pass the test. Her method of passing the second level is still a puzzle. She returns to reality and faces the dreammaker who is pursuing her...]

Stroke...

The story seems to want to continue to make an article on Doriani, but this time it was crossed out without writing a few words.

[Doriani escaped from the trial of the field and returned to the real world. The story about her came to an end.]

In the pages, the words ended and the pages became blank.

It seemed a little unhappy, and with a bang, the book suddenly closed.

The symbols on the cover seem to have changed, with a little more entangled gray-white silk threads, like spider webs.

The cover is plain and unpretentious, with the color of linen.

Di Mongolian language, lines, symbols flow on this flax-colored cover...

Tiya frowned and looked at the book that was closed, a trace of anxiety flashed in her eyes.

Martin hasn't come out of the book yet!

Tiya reached out and wanted to read the book, but was stopped again.

The Pope stopped her this time.

"This is not something you should touch...at least not now." The Pope reminded.

Tiya bit her lip and said worriedly: "But Martin..."

Doriani on the sofa stood up and gently pulled Latia's sleeve.

She didn't say anything, but just shook her head calmly.

Tiya raised her eyebrows, glanced out of the door, and nodded slightly.

The dreammaker looked at Doriani who was safe and sound, and then looked at the books on the table, and seemed a little unwilling to accept it.

There is no doubt that the operation failed.

Moreover, this book seems to be not just a trap, but also has a role that he does not understand.

Not only has it been unable to kill Doriani, but it has also handed over this book to others!

It’s really a matter of stealing chickens and losing rice!

Teach him how to be content?

He also wanted to kill the only descendant of the Nabich family. The clone of Khagadlin also has a very unique origin.

If he didn't know the exact depth of the former, but the latter injured him not long ago, and it was in his most handy dream...

"Ahem, then I'll say goodbye first."

Valdo suddenly stood up, and as the sound fell, his figure flashed and disappeared into the colorful fluctuations of space.

Cagadrin looked at Valdo, who was walking very quickly, with a deep look in his eyes.

But when he turned around and looked at the dreammaker wrapped in the gray fog, his eyes had become very cold.

Without warning, the air in the entire living room became abnormally stagnant.

The power of time fluctuated wildly, and the high-quality oak handrails instantly turned into decaying pieces of wood, cracked walls, corroded steps, and the corridor where the dreammaker was located collapsed in an instant.

When the dreammaker first saw Valdo's reaction, they seemed to know each other.

Although Waldo has not shown much hostility, Cagadrin does not understand him, so he has been on guard...

Gray mist surged, and a large amount of gray mist spewed out from the dreammaker's body, counteracting the passage of time.

At the same time, a dazzling light suddenly burst out from the gray fog.

However, a more dazzling light shot out from Karan's hands, penetrated the gray mist and directly suppressed the light.

"snort!"

The gray fog surged, the dream world passage opened, and the dream creator seemed to be ready to escape.

This gray mist, like the scarlet aura of the master of flesh and blood, can weaken extraordinary power to a certain extent.

After all, this is a residential area, so it is difficult for Kagadrin to do his best, and he is just a clone and cannot exert all his strength.
To be continued...